Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

() While Maca was exchanging information with Sirius, somewhere in the basement of an old wizard's mansion.

"... Herald Greenward, the research has made great progress, and our original goal has come to an end! Now that you have come out, why not lead me to restart the reforms as I did then?"

In this gloomy basement, a white-haired old wizard in a large wizard robe with hair cluttered behind his head is waving his arms and screaming frantically at the wall.

And just above the mossy brick wall, there was a mercury mirror with a black-purple glow and some sort of curse.

Just in that mirror, a blurry figure seemed to look faintly forward.

"Lord Greenward! Why don't you speak?" Said the old wizard madly. "Didn't you say that? We won't have to curl up under the jurisdiction of others, and we won't have to be like a rat in the sewer. Like life, we will no longer have to hide our true self! "

"But now, why do we stand still? You have come out of Dumbledore's restraint! What else do we have to fear?"

"Look at that junior in England. Some time ago, even he dared to attack Hogwarts who was still in Dumbledore! Now Dumbledore is gone!"

"Her Grinwald, do we still need to hold back? What are we afraid of? Before ... if before ... you were fearless when you were arrested by the Magic Congress of the United States!"

The old sorcerer's eyes widened, and the mania was full as if to overflow from his heart.

Fifty-three years! Greenward was defeated by Dumbledore, the entire "reform" was forced to disappear, and his most loyal and equally talented follower has never given up, dormant in the United States for a full 53 years!

During these fifty-three years, he was carefully preparing everything at all times, and even if he had nothing at the time with the fall of Greenward, he continued to work hard.

It was at that time that he and Greenward started a research project on the silent people, and for 53 years, he has been insisting.

No matter how difficult the research environment is and how difficult it is to raise funds, he never thought of giving up.

However, although his talent in magic research surpassed many ordinary wizards, but magical geniuses like Greenward and Dumbledore, he was far beyond reach.

As Marka commented on his research, his research results are quite "boring." In fact, he was not unclear about this.

In the first thirty years of his hiding in the Muggle world, he has been testing and analyzing thousands of times and tens of thousands of times for the strange energy in the silent person.

However, the magic theory he possessed was not enough from the beginning to allow him to understand the nature of that energy.

When a researcher does not even know what the research object is, trying to take the first step will be like walking on thin ice, let alone the way to go afterwards.

It is often after walking a long distance that he will realize in the process that he actually took the wrong first step!

However, he is just a "hard genius". The extraordinary perseverance made him never give up and went the wrong way, so start again.

Because of this, his life of more than thirty years was so wasted on a senseless hovering.

Until he didn't know how many times he had failed, he was suddenly shocked-he seemed to have embarked on a path of deep exploration that was unnecessary at all.

It was that time of "sudden awakening" that changed his research object.

Yes, he no longer drilled into the strange energy of the horns, and instead changed the research object to the carrier of that energy, that is, the tacit man himself!

As a magic researcher, he naturally understands that this is undoubtedly a betrayal of the spirit of magic research; but he also understands that this is definitely a "shortcut" for him!

Even if it's boring, what he needs, what Greenward needs, is only the result of research. In this regard, he thinks he is absolutely right.

So in the last two decades of his dormancy and in the United States, he poured his perseverance and determination on those batches of children.

Not to mention the cruel behavior he has done to those children as a researcher, as far as the "love" of those children is concerned, he has never been married to any pair of parents.

Even the "love" in his heart was an extremely distorted "love".

In this way, a full fifty-three years have passed, with the help of some black magic created by some hard work, and his careful "reform" of those children, the final fruits are finally about to be harvested!

And just then, Dumbledore happened to be dead!

Ecstatic, he went to Germany for the first time. After discovering that there was magic and giant guards set by Dumbledore, he contacted Voldemort desperately.

After many setbacks, the great black wizard he once admired, finally stepped out of Newmongard.

But he never expected that the object he admired seemed to have changed inexplicably for the entire fifty-three years imprisoned on the top floor of Newmongard Tower.

He didn't notice it at first, because the joy of reunion made him forget.

When the German border reunited for the first time, he couldn't help but marvel at the change of His Excellency Greenward, because he felt that the black wizard now seemed to be stronger than 53 years ago.

But just recently, he finally realized that the will of that Lord Greenward had disappeared!

Without mentioning the previous series of instructions, let's say this time—isn't it a young wizard who can train magical creatures? Why did His Excellency Greenward give up so repeatedly?

Not only did he be ordered to abandon the four "very obedient children", but even he was immediately transferred to the stronghold? These are all the hard work that he has worked hard to run alone all these years!

But the other party is His Excellency Greenward, and even if it changes a little, he is still Your Excellency.

He is a man who can die for a research project for 53 years and not change his mind because of this. Deep in his heart, he still believed that His Excellency Greenward would return!

"... Herald Greenward, our tacit army is almost finished! We can use this power to smooth out all opposition! We will realize your great ideal!"

The old sorcerer opened his arms and told the surging of his heart in an extremely old tone. He stared tightly at the vague figure in the mirror, and his bloodshot eyes were completely depressive mania.

"Lord Greenward! Lord Gellert Greenward!" He shouted again the greatest name in his mind.

"... Lenny."

For the first time in that mirror, a voice came out today. Even though the sound sounded a little muddy, or even difficult to distinguish, the old wizard in front of the mirror was still excited.

"You ... went the wrong way."

"Sir?" Ronny, the pale-haired old wizard, paused, a hint of doubt mixed with madness on his face.

"No, it's not that you went the wrong way ..." The figure in the mirror shook his head slightly and said softly, "You did a good job, very good! At least, if it was me back then, I would definitely be for your perseverance and I am very pleased with the results. You have thoroughly thought through my original dreams. You have exceeded the expectations I gave you that year ... "

"But this path is wrong, it is inadequate, it is ... very naive." Greenward in the mirror said calmly, "Yes, it's all because of me-it was the one that year Mature me, let you go the wrong way. "

"Greenward ... Your Excellency?" The old wizard Lenny's madness had disappeared, he just stared at the mirror in front of him, wondering what he was thinking.

"Lenny, my old friend--"

Greenward's voice still seemed a bit vague, but what he said next seemed to be a blunt knife cutting into Old Lenny's heart, tearing his longing for Greenward's vision.

"In the fifty-three years of Newmont Gad's Tower, Albus only came to see me once." Greenward said quietly. "It's the most recent, the most recent ... Do you know what he said to me?" ? "

"He said that I and his original idea were not wrong. We wizards are different from ordinary people from beginning to end. However, my approach was wrong and it was ridiculous."

"Wizards are lonely ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ will eventually go all out on the road of magic, but this does not mean that we are higher than Muggles. We have the way to go And Muggles have their own journeys in life. "

Speaking of this, Greenward's voice suddenly became a little weird, and it seemed that a new will was rising in his heart.

"Lennie," he said suddenly, with a touch of sensation in his tone. "I'm sorry for you, I wasted your life ... because you ..."

"... It's just an ordinary wizard everywhere."

The voice didn't fall. With the snapping sound of "click", the magical mercury mirror suddenly cracked a gap and spread to every corner of the mirror in an instant.

Later, the whole mirror "cracked" and fell off the brick wall, turning it into a piece of ground.

In the basement, old Lenny stood in front of a brick wall strewn with moss, and his pupils were crippled. After a long time, he closed his eyes slowly, and after a moment of silence, his nearly opened eyes burst into a nearly pathological madness.